Riku stood on the cliff overlooking a deep cavern. He wore the Organization 13 cloak. His green eyes hidden from the world as he looked up at the cloudy sky above him as he let the rain soak through his clothes and matted his sliver hair. He let the rain fell onto his face, cold and soft against his skin. As he let the water gently caress his skin, a similar feeling to her touch. He lowered his head and held out his hand, letting the rain fall onto his leather glove, creating a small pool of water in his palm. His mind drifted to the reason why he was out here so late at night.
He was being haunted, again, by his past. His dreams insisted on recapping his past mistakes. When he'd left himself fall into darkness, he'd be determined to save Kairi. He had the best intentions but his way of doing it was all wrong. He knew that. Now, he'd messed up with his girl as well. He had gone after those guys by himself. He just wanted to make sure that she stayed out of harms way. That's all he wanted. But now, she was gone because of him. He was going down the wrong path. It's how the saying goes.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.